The great Mollusk is on an extremely temporary syntactical hiatus and shall return shortly.
That is all.

October 2, 66,565 BC: I am born.

On a cool winter evening in 1998, Peter Romano, piscatorial eschatologist, crypto-archaeologist, and raconteur extraordinaire*, stumbled across the fossilized remains of what would one day be recognized as the most insidious guiding force behind the development of mankind. The full ramifications of his discovery have not yet come to light, yet we now know enough to share this tale with humanity for the first time. From the slimy depths of pre-Cambrian ooze sidled a great beast, limbless yet perambulatable, stealthy but bold, brazenly in contempt of the laws of physics and common decency: the Crustacea Furrificus Creepilisica, known, in the common vernacular, as the Great and Awful Woolly Mollusk. And nothing would ever be the same again.




*Also not by any means a poor barbecuer.